Welcome to Mount Everest
Camp 1, Valley of Silence
White dancing flakes masks the terrain.
Ripples crack underneath the tents.
The glacier’s chilling breath tickles the skin.
Camp 2, Khumbu Icefall
Ice towers impersonates false summits.
The altitude robes the lugs-
missing wallets of oxygen.
Camp 3, Lhotse Wall
The earth bleaches a glimmering blue
Ragged, steep and slippery vast of ice.
Frosted gravel howls behind as one walks.
Camp 4, The Deathzone
Warm greetings from Rainbow Valley,
kingdom of the dead,
Navigate around Green Boots, he’ll show the way.
Destination, The Summit
A peak so mighty; only kissed by angels-
Waves multicolor flags implanted by ghost climbers.
A grand journey to see heaven’s gates.
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